You know that familiar voice which begins to scream silently saying "May be"?

An account of a cab ride of the author, where he came too close to a stranger..

One day the boy came out of the village border and met the Hermit after seeing him there

We kill. That is the first and last thing we can do. We kill people, we kill times, we kill dreams, we kill wishes, we k...

"Stop gazing through those never-ending waves, they will take you nowhere"

"Let's count on coming across another one for tomorrow then", he laughed.